Page 142 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

He pinned me with a look. “If my wolf gets violent, you’ll go inside.”

“Agreed.”

“I’m serious, Nova,” he warned.

“So am I.” I stood up, grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his. “It’s going to be fine, Savage.”

“I hope so.” He kissed me again before running his thumb over my cheekbone and stepping back.

Car doors opened and closed as Enzo and Hunter climbed out of a black Jeep.

Aspen gave me a thumbs-up from the back seat of the vehicle, and I mirrored the gesture.

It was going to work out. I was sure of it.

Clay met his brothers at the gate. They exchanged a few words I couldn’t hear before Clay finally jerked his head in a nod.

All three of them stripped, and my gaze was on my man’s backside as he stepped out of his clothes.

I still couldn’t believe he was mine, forever.

They shifted quickly, and suddenly there were three monstrous wolves standing together. Facing each other.

I leaned forward, trying to hear if Clay’s wolf was growling. He didn’t make a move toward them, which was good.

I looked at Aspen again, and saw her beaming.

He must not have been growling.

I was right—he was scarred, not insane.

My mate shifted back after a moment. He hesitated, looking over his shoulder at me.

I gave him a thumbs-up and he nodded again, like he was trying to convince himself.

“Want me to join you?”I asked him mentally.

“No. Stay on the porch.”He was still scared shitless, and I didn’t blame him for it. Even though I would’ve rather been right next to him, I stayed where he needed me.

“Alright. You’ve got this.”

He made a noncommittal noise that curved my lips.

I watched closely as he typed the code into the keypad, and the gates opened slowly.

He stepped back, and Enzo’s and Hunter’s wolves stayed where they were.

Clay’s shoulders lifted with a heavy breath, and he nodded once. I wondered if his brothers had said something to him.

He took a few steps back, then finally shifted again.

His wolf stayed where he was.

My lips stretched in a grin.

The wolf looked over his shoulder at me, and I gave him a thumbs-up too.

“He’s not attacking them,”Clay said, almost in awe.

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